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Friday, 20 September 2013

Lily of the Valley Release!

Lily of the Valley Release!

Book Info:

Title: Lily of the Valley (Flowering, #1.5)

Author: Sarah Daltry

18+ New Adult romance

You met them in Forget Me Not. Now, hear Jack’s story.
Plagued by a dark past, Jack sees college as a way out. Desperate to
escape the area where he grew up, the people who know his secrets, and
his own family, he deals with his problems through alcohol and sex.
When he first sees Lily, she’s the epitome of everything he hates.
Yet something about her makes Jack rethink everything he knows and
assumes about other people. Now, with the help of his best friend and
lover, Jack has to decide if he wants to pursue something that he knows
will only end badly.
Can Lily be one of the few people who can see Jack for who he really is – or will his darkness be too much for her to handle?

Sarah Daltry
writes erotica and romance that ranges from sweet to steamy. She moves
around a lot and has trouble committing to things. Lily of the Valley is
her third full length novel, although she also has several story
collections and two novellas available. Her other novels are Forget Me Not, the story that tells Lily’s version of events, and Bitter Fruits,
which was available shortly, but is now in the contract phase with a
major publisher. When Sarah isn’t writing, she tends to waste a lot of
time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies,
and simply staring out the window.

At work, though, the people are real. Both the customers and the
staff. During the busy times, we get more douchebags, mostly my
classmates who probably should be in the library and not eating a
hangover away. Mal is also on this morning. He’s a recovering alcoholic,
a total asshole to nearly everyone, and an incredibly shitty employee
in a lot of ways. But the dude can cook and when I walk in a couple
minutes late with no explanation, Mal just shrugs and hands me an order.
“Big parties last night?”
“Huge party. I spent the night reading Dostoevsky.”
“He a scientist?” Mal flips over the largest slab of ham I have ever
seen. For all the sort of dive element of this place, the food is still
fucking great.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Eh. Never cared for all that mumbo jumbo. Don’t know any of it and I’m doing just fine.”
That’s something else I admire about Mal. By no one’s standards is he
doing just fine. He has a tendency to fall off the wagon as soon as he
approaches his ten month anniversary – which he has been doing for
likely longer than I have been alive. He’s been married and divorced
five times. He has three kids who don’t speak to him. Finally, he only
eats the food from the café and he lives in a motel out by the prison.
Oh – and he works as a short order cook in a shitty café. But in his
mind, life is just fine. Sometimes, I think I need to get a hold of
whatever it is that keeps him from losing his shit.
We settle into our routine, since there is little Mal and I can talk
about. I can’t discuss Raskolnikov’s character traits and Mal simply has
nothing to say. So we cook in silence, but it’s comfortable. After
everything I have been through, I feel a strange affinity for this
place. Even thinking about leaving when I eventually get the hell out of
town makes me a little sad. I hate that it makes me sad. I want to
leave with no connections, with no strings.
I go to stick an order on the counter for Liz when I see her.
Strawberries. She’s with some dude, who is basically what I pictured
when she mentioned her boyfriend. Broad, tan, blond, and eating like a
fucking pig. I don’t know what they’re talking about and I can’t see her
face, but he loves her. It’s immediately recognizable and I hate him
for it. I don’t even know why I hate him for it, since at least maybe
he’s not as much of a dick as I would have expected. If we had been
placing bets, I would have gone with the safe assumption he had
something else on the side to make up for having such a sweet and pure
girlfriend. I wonder if maybe she isn’t as innocent as she looks. The
thought makes me horny again. I don’t get what is so damn attractive
about this typical girl, but something makes me want to taste every inch
of her skin.